Peel away the years…
Your teeth tighten.
Your posture’s straight, and eyes brighten.
Peel away the years…
Grow trees from seed.
Grow luscious hair, your mind is freed.
Peel away the years…
You try to walk.
You grow a tooth, and babble talk.
BIRTH.
It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub… A 44-word Quadrille including some form of the word peel is on tap.
https://dversepoets.com/2020/02/24/quadrille-98-peelings-nothing-more/
This is a cool take on the prompt, and I like the repetition.
Thanks… I believe life is quite repetitive.
I like the thought of peeling away the years to birth.
Much appreciated. Seems we move backward once we’re over the hill. 😁
peel away and let it grow, beautifully said Susan
That’s another layer of meaning I hadn’t intended. Thank you, Gina.
Well done! You are amazing!
Your encouragement is always appreciated. ❤
I like this… I have recently been looking through pictures from my own past and seen myself in babble talk.
Oh I like how you’ve used “peeling” to go back in time, layer by layer, year by year…beautiful.
Thank-you.